The Bridge at 3 A.M.: How One Lost Dog Restored Hope
I’ve ridden countless miles under calm night skies, but nothing prepared me for what I found on that quiet bridge at three in the morning. The world was still, draped in mist, when a faint whimper broke the silence. There, beside a worn plush duck, lay an elderly Golden Retriever with the gentlest eyes I’d… CONTINUE READING »